i met a girl
A whistling sue by the gone wind, starry slopping hill, flossing clouds. I rode my farthing pedal reporting to responsibilities and to tell that I am two hours behind time doesn't intimidate me. Who cares about being punctual when you work with your old-whinny friend?
There's no way they'll terminate my valued work performance, I brought them sales breaking monthly margins so forth. I'm basically carrying them on my back!
Oh. Now that it is mentioned, a little furlough in France won't hurt. Hmm. To be Chicagoed and recuperate is a nice game plan, I'm afraid. I can't help but express a cheeky smile. Sue will be delighted to hear this.
"Oh Frick, my freaking frick", a melody sang itself.
A self-assured smile crept to my lips, 'It's a wonderful day, wonder, wonderful day!'
When coasting downhill, I heard a rippling movement on my 9 o'clock coming my way. Oh, I would say that in a twinking seconds, it will crash on me.
What should I do then? It seems a forthright collision. Oh god, hasty decisions are my forte! Why in the belly of such hippocampus, disallowing my cleverness to make a way out of it? It's not like that I'm mentally unavailable today even from last night's event-
In spit seconds, the stem of my handlebar took a sudden turn. And as predicted, it collides with me with a heavy blow.
"Oh Shoot!"
Then came a moment when I felt like I'd been thrown like a discarded, crumpled piece of paper, and I shuffled, like a paddled, dabbling widgeon.
Gee. That was the only jab that came to land off my face. Rummaging my thoughts, I found myself lying on a cold, concave surface. Being in denial won't save me from this wreck, all because I cannot just pretend that I didn't fall into a vicious, filthy mud. Not when I can smell the earthy scent of fuming humus.
A side of careful rustles stole my heart-rending minute when an unpigmented shadow towered over me.
Surely, the interloper was making sure the dress was uncluttered, not really when her disheveled, coarse hair, looked like a decade-drought. I raised a brow. Since when did the water system become inaccessible in Lakepool?
The Lakepool! Goodness gracious! Even the nomads in ancient Egypt have the vital Nile for themselves!
Gee. Besides, having a bath is a craze discovery! If a hair comb is that much of expensive as an asset, a finger comb exists!
I have never met such a disorganized, sloppy woman such as her. Even impoverished wanderers on the street begging to cross over the day look much comely.
What an unfortunate windy day.
My mind ceased to add another knowledgeable remark to her overbearing appearance when she began to resign. I choked, shaking off the dust and still perched on the ground. I could also feel my clothes being swamped by the mud.
"Where do you think you were going?" The girl is setting herself up by initiating a step. She looks anxious, displeased, and impatient. That's all because I heard her mumbling incoherent words and deep groans.
Hold on, who gave her the right to be infuriated when she's the one who caused the accident? The girl, who looks like an uncalled stone deaf, stands still.
"Didn't you hear me? Are you bullheaded or something?" I probed.
The girl shifted unfurling a caucasian-tailored, laid-back dress issuing sophistication and elegance. The completely symmetrical frosty, sultry lips, yet fairly poetic give a blow. Along with her unsentimental chestnut eyes is a defining of celestial, visceral warmth looking everywhere but me.
